Metro

There was a silence there, and darkness,
but no one was afraid

Then a rustle bloomed in gloom, breath
upon a young boy's face

Tender grip laid on his wrist. Into his
hand a box, a secret

The secret tune, part lullabye, part love
gentle and commanding

Then the boy rose hands up, heart up,
soul up. Deep into the dark

They left his box, his shoes, his socks.
For angels sing, and barefoot walk.

Jaga seda luuletust

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